Devon’s POV
We stayed up late, talking and drinking, laughing at the stories Panther was telling me about the girls when they were younger. When morning came, he only stayed long enough for breakfast, and then he was gone. Off to Paris to pick up the trail of Richard and Rochelle.
When he pulled away in the SUV, Laken and Laramie were close to each other, holding each other, as they watched a long-time friend drive away. I put my arms around them, trying to comfort them.
“He will be back,” I assured them, “and he will have Richard and Rochelle in tow.”
“It could take him months,” Laramie cried out, wiping tears from her cheeks.
“Then, it would be something you could look forward to when he returns,” I told her. “Come on, let’s go inside. There is a storm moving in.” Just then, the wi
